"Betty who?" I asked, going through the Betty’s that I knew in my head.
"Betty Elders," Patrice answered. "My best friend. But please! Don’t tell her I told you. She’d never talk to me again!"
"Don’t worry. You said that Donny was a pig for shooting in your mouth. Isn’t that the idea?" I asked.
"Well, a guy is supposed to let a girl know, and then she can decide what she wants to do. Give him a hand job… you know, pumping him with her hand… or taking it in her mouth."
"And Donny didn’t let you know?" I asked.
"It was the first time I’d ever did anything with a guy. I didn’t know he was going to come, and I didn’t think he’d come in my mouth!"
"Come means to shoot sperm?" I asked.
Patrice looked at me as if I was stupid. She was going to say something to that effect, but my previous command to only talk to me with respect prevented her. She closed her eyes and said, "Yes. Come. Orgasm. Shoot. Erupt. And about a thousand other words, I guess."
I asked Patrice a number of other questions. Back then, kids weren’t really told the facts of life, and what they were told didn’t have the explicitness of what I was being told by Patrice.
To give Patrice credit, she made me more cognizant of sex. She gave me details of looking at other girls in the showers or in the locker room when they were dressing, how she looked at boys' bulges in their pants. What girls talked about when they were talking about boys. I learned about the physiology of females, and about the mechanics of sex. It was quite an eye-opening education.
It took about a half hour, but at the end, I think I was thoroughly educated… at least, as educated as a seventeen year old virgin female was capable of teaching at that place and time.
I was silent for about five minutes, thinking about what I was learning.
"Jim?" Patrice said, softly.
"What?" I said, surprised that she interrupted my thoughts.
"I’m sorry… for calling you a dork. And all those other things. I never really thought of you… or any of Jack’s friends… as really being people…"
"What the hell is a dork anyway?" I asked.
"Well, it’s usually synonymous with a nerd," Patrice said, looking at me to see if I was going to take offense. "And… I think specifically, it means penis."
I burst out laughing. That was the first direct mention that Patrice ever made to the male genitalia. Prior to this, she had always referred to it as a thing.
Patrice didn’t know why I was laughing, but seemed a bit less worried that I was upset now that I knew what she had called me.
"Are you really sorry?" I finally asked her.
"Yes," she answered.
"Tell me the truth. Are you really sorry, or are you just worried about what I will do to you?"
"I’m truly sorry," Patrice said. Her face was serious. "And I admit that I’m worried what you will do to me. But I’m truly sorry. As I’m talking to you about sex, I realize that you might be younger than me, but you’re a person. You have questions. I didn’t realize that until you… well, until you got mad today."
"And what do you think I’ll do to you?" I asked, not really knowing the answer to that question myself.
Patrice looked at me steadily. "At first I thought you might rape me. That you might make me fuck you… and maybe Jack. Is he still downstairs, or is he in the kitchen listening in?"
"Jack is downstairs," I told her. "He’ll be downstairs for a while. He’s not listening. I don’t think I want to fuck you, Patrice."
A look of relief washed over her face. "I thought when I told you that I was on the pill…" She simply shook her head.
"So. Knowing that, what should I do?" I asked her.
She looked at me. She looked down. "You’re mad at me, aren’t you?"
I nodded.
"You want to punish me. Spank me?" she asked.
I shrugged.
"You can make me do anything. You could make me… suck you. You could turn me into a whore for the entire school!"
"I could. But is the punishment worth the crime?" I asked.
"No. But I have no way of knowing what you will do. I just know what you probably can do."
I nodded again.
Patrice didn’t say any more. I was still trying to figure out what I wanted to do. I had already humiliated her a little by making her tell me about her sex life, and having her teach me about sex. I did want more, but I wasn’t sure what.
From listening to Patrice’s description of sexual acts, my initial idea of fucking her went away. I got from Patrice’s attitude that rape was completely abhorrent to her… or any female. No wonder they have such stiff penalties for rapists. Almost as bad as murderers.
But I knew that Patrice’s current humiliation would end. When I leave her later on, she would have no memory of what happened. This didn’t give me a green light to fuck her, though.
I finally spoke. "Well, you have come up with some suggestions. I could fuck you… I could spank you. I could have you suck me. Or I could turn you into a whore for the entire school. Correct?"
Patrice blanched when I said the F-word, but nodded her head.
"Well, each of them would have me seeing you naked. Right?" I asked.
Patrice looked confused, but nodded her head.
"OK. Strip, then. Let’s see your naked body."
Patrice looked around. "Here. In the living room?"
"Your parents are at work. Jack is downstairs, and will remain downstairs. Strip right now."
Patrice’s arms started unbuttoning her blouse. "I’m… I’m… doing it…" she said, once again not believing her body obeying my commands.
"Yup. Take everything off. Quickly now."
Patrice’s body picked up the pace. In about sixty seconds, a nude Patrice was standing before me in front of the sofa.
"Stay there," I said.
I gave Patrice’s body a good look. I hadn’t really had a great chance to look over Merry’s body the previous night. It was dark, and the flashlight wasn’t the best illumination.
Patrice was standing before me in the light of day.
Her breasts, as I said before, were tiny. They barely stuck out from her body. She had larger brown aureoles than Merry, and her nipples were a small center point within them.
Patrice had curly black pubic hair, which looked a bit like a black diamond at the bottom of her crotch. I could tell that her hair was hiding the folds of flesh that I had seen on Merry the previous night.
"Give me a better view of your pussy," I told Patrice. I had no idea how she would do so, but if anybody would know how, I figured that she would.
"Do you mind if I sit?" she asked.
"As long as I get a better view," I answered.
Patrice rotated a reclining chair so it was pointed toward me. She sat down and spread her legs. I could see a black hairy line between her legs.
Then she did something that amazed me. She put her legs over both of the arms of the easy chair. Her pussy opened up, and the black hairy gash now had a bright pink center.
Patrice put her two hands between her legs, temporarily obscuring my view. I was about to protest when she used her index fingers and thumbs to pull her vaginal lips apart, giving me an even better view.
I got up from the sofa, and moved toward the recliner where Patrice was doing her obscene display. I could see a little red fold of skin at the top, with a dark red hole underneath. At the bottom, I could see the pucker of her anus.
I put my index finger into her hole. "This is where a guy sticks his dick to fuck a girl?" I asked.
Patrice answered by simply nodding. She seemed too scared to answer me verbally.
"Does that feel good?" I asked, my finger still inside her.